Chapter - 242
The door swung open with a heavy thud, revealing seven men standing in the doorway, their presence instantly shifting the atmosphere in the room. Each of them carried an aura of raw power and danger, their eyes locking onto Rick with predatory intent.
The first three were mountains of muscle, their broad frames nearly filling the doorway. Their sheer size was intimidating, with arms that looked capable of bending steel. One of them had a long, jagged scar slicing down his face, disappearing into a tangled beard—a trophy from a fight that left its mark. Another's arm was a canvas of dark, swirling tattoos. The third, bald and brawny, cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing through the room like the prelude to something brutal.
